We awoke yesterday morning to -2 C, and about an inch of snow. Nothing to hold us back from our normal routine, but enough to make me wear thick woolen socks inside my gumboots.
Usually I would be screaming insults at the Norse gods of Snowfall, but this year I seem to be more accepting of the cooler weather; maybe I'm simply dressing more appropriately.
Bok doesn't seem to differentiate between weathers, he just accepts whatever is there, and gets on with the job in hand.
It did all look quite Christmas-cardy, but I'd still prefer Caribbean-islandy. Thank goodness it was all gone by lunchtime, but even so, our wood burner was much appreciated.